She didn't want the life her father had chosen for her, so she ran away, a runaway bride. He never stayed anywhere for long, a boy with a motorcycle. She just wanted to go somewhere, it didn't matter with who. Or did it?Sasusaku ON HIATUS

'Why
does it feel so cold here?' She stood there, dressed in white
silk, yet still feeling cold, staring at her reflection in the mirror
that hung from the wall. The room was so empty, and she was so cold,
so alone.

She
reached her hand to touch the cold surface of the mirror, looking
intently at the stranger in the mirror.

'It's
not supposed to be like this…This is all wrong!"

The
gown she wore was the color of ivory, a cream shade, with a trim of
pale rose pink that melded with the whiteness of the bodice. The
heavy cloth layers wrapped around her tightly, the tiny diamond drops
hanging from her neck pressing deep into her skin.

'Why
do I feel like this? Why do I feel so trapped by this?'

Her
hair-hair the color of sakura blossoms- had been pinned up into a
smooth arching bun near the back of her head, decorated by minute red
roses and a clear veil that hung in front of her eyes.

'I
hate this feeling…'

Today
was her wedding day and all she could think was that it wasn't
supposed to happen this way. It was all so wrong…

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Drug
lord, mafia leader, gang boss…It had been hard for her to
understand all the things her father was when she was younger. She
knew now of course, but it had hurt her when she was younger to know
that she was just another annoyance in her father's eyes, good for
nothing except to be married off to one of his allies. He was lucky,
her father had said, that she had been born pretty. She had always
done what her father told her to do…Daddy's little girl…

The
first time she had seen blood was when she had been eight. Green eyes
glazed over in horror, she had seen her father shoot one of his men,
a traitor. It had traumatized her, given her nightmares when she
slept-nightmares of bloodied eyes, twitching, cold hands… But she
didn't complain about it. It would have made Daddy angry.

But
the nightmares had gone away when she had been given her own body
guard, a servant-the daughter of her father's men. Hinata, her name
had been- a soft, periwinkle eyed girl trained specially to protect
her. They had been close-as close as it had been possible. They
hadn't been friends. No, it would have made Daddy upset.

She
had grown up always knowing that one day, her father would give her
away-a bride to some strange man. She had always known, but now,
actually standing here, hearing the ticking of the clock as the time
of the wedding drew closer, Sakura could feel nothing but the cold.

She
was sixteen. Sweet sixteen and about to be married to someone she did
not even know. About to be chained to another life she did not want…

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Her
mind was numb as she stood in front of the mirror. She couldn't
think. Voices filled her head. Will this make you happy? Do you
actually want to be married to someone you don't even know? Is this
the life you want to have? Are you happy right now? You can't lie
to yourself and tell yourself you'll be happy. Because you won't.
She shook her head, placing her hands on her temple, trying to
stop the voices in her head.

But
one voice still came through. Will this make you happy?

'No'
she thought to herself. 'It won't. I don't want this. I
don't want to throw my life away. I don't want this! I'm tired
of doing whatever my father wants! I'm not going to let him plan my
life out for me!'

"I DON'T WANT THIS!" Her eyes widened as she heard herself
scream.

Her
breath came out hard as she stared at herself in the mirror, seeing
her own flushed face. Watching as a smile appeared on her face in the
mirror.

Then
what do you want?

Her
hands reached up to her head, ripping tiny roses from her hair,
scattering bobby pins and leaving strands of pink hair loose and
hanging. Her hands pulled at the diamond necklace, snapping it and
flinging it away. This was what she wanted.

"I'm
not going to do this! I'm not going to marry some bastard I don't
even know!"

She
pulled off the wedding ring, and crushed it beneath her feet,
grinning as the band broke. She wasn't going to be chained here
anymore.

The
window was open, an open pathway to freedom. She wasn't going to be
chained down anymore.

It's
my life.

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